Minion Horde Raiding Party Leader
Have you seen my Minion Raiding Party?
My Minion Raiding Party kicked your butt
I love my Minion Raiding Party, but not all at once
My Minion Raiding party broke your nose
My Minion Raiding Party can beat up your Minion Raiding Party
My Minion Raiding Party won't come back
My Minion Raiding Party stole all my clothes
I Survived the Red Death 2019 And All I Got Was This Lousy Trophy

[RD] MML
Help
I have a shot that seems to help with the fever. I am sending it to you via Dian Cecht. You will know him as the god of Medicine. He was one of my teachers when it came to the old ways. It not a cure but it will help.It has here in Trans where needed. Let me know if it helps you lass.
CMB

“I met you once before, and no, he’s in Transylvania with his coven, a lot of people got sick there and he’s needed there. We set up in a secure location and made sure it’s all up to regulations for a CDC area. If you want to come here with her we have quarantine rooms with decontamination systems in place and I can get her the current mixture quickly to help. If you want to go to Ciaran then he might have more. In any event she needs something, this is wreaking amongst us supernaturals as humans seem better able to fend it off, takes long in them. Whatever you decide, I’m sending data to everyone researching this.”

Phantom is my name, I do know Ciaran, most days even call him a friend. We have found a few ways to slow the infection, not sure if the hospitals will do it. Either way if you need a place that isn’t a hospital I’m in Paris with my wife studying this thing, can you tell me how it was contracted?”

He’d gotten the number from a few contacts that liked to tap phones for strange reasons, but he had heard so he sent a message, “I heard from someone you have or know someone infected, where are you and how bad are they? Can you get to Paris or one of the facilities researching a cure if you had a private jet or some mode of transportation?”

M
Dont worry about the test subject is. Now it will if it work take 3-5 days to cure the illness. Hoping to see results far sooner. No one is going to die. if this works unless they dont seek medical attention .Be strong, M . I know it is hard trust me I do but you need to be for your lass.
C

Manannán
Mortal doctors wouldnt of thought of this. So will keep you updated as soon as we have results either way. to the mortal world it would all be considered witchcraft and fake but we figured out a possible combination of herbs as an elixir taken for 3-5 days that might work.
C

[b]Manannán[/b]
Still get the girl to a Doctor asap. I cant tell you how long the kingsfoil would work to slow it down or if it would .I know it slows down poisons and can like white willow bark help with a headache. These are just guesses right now on my part.

Manannán mac Lir
Urgent
My father can not help you. He has what ever this illness is as for you lass find a doctor. I know of one in our coven who is working on a cure. I for now thanks to the mixed blood of my father and mother sees to be immune to this still. So far the only good thing my mother's blood has been good for. I get Vampire gifts but no draw backs like the need to feed off blood or the sensitivity to daylight. Think Blade only unlike him in the movie I have magic on my side.

That mismatch pair of eyes seemed to watch the man as he watched her own approach, willingly allowed her fingertips to brush against his jaw, allowed her close enough to even create such an interaction that a smile couldn't help but to spread across cupid's bow. Her touch did not relinquish, even as he spoke of his reason for first being here.
A soft tinkling of laughter escaped the woman's throat and she finds her head tilting to the side, amusement dancing within those pools of blue and green. "But of course it is because of a woman. How positively predictable, little Godling. I cannot fault you of that. After all, you have just stated that you yet remain to let the eye wander where it will." She is but teasing him now, the touch of her fingers drifting down to brush against his shoulder as she took to slowly encircling him, curious as to the scent that drifted, ever so faint, from him in taunting wisps that assaulted olfactory lobes.
Once more she stood before him, only now both hands come to rest on either side of his face as she peers at him closely, seeming to search in his eyes for something before that smile caresses her lips once more, slow and knowing. "You are in for many trials, little Godling. Do you think yourself up to the challenge?" She inquired, retracting her physical touch, but the sensation lingered, the ghost of a caress. Turning away, she casts one last glance to him before she, literally, ceases to simply exist before him with only soft words lingering upon the air.Call for me, and I shall come.
Perhaps she was a figment if his imagination? And, if so, she was one hell of a figment, or he had one hell of an imagination.

The man's return caught Gavin by surprise. Hazel hues glanced to the donuts then to the drink, a large smile growing across his features as they were offered to him.

"Aw, ye didn' have to. I know ye adore me."

The jubilant smile slid into a devilish grin at the mention of a challenge. "One minute? Do I look like an amateur?" As if like a champion he began to plow through the donuts two at a time. In just 45 seconds all had been consumed and washed down with whiskey. A belch of victory was released loudly from the bearded eating machine.

"How peculiar.." The wild, near feral looking beauty coos, seemingly lost in thought as she is, yet again distracted by the whispers that drifted to her, seeping into her very flesh as the soft grasses touched against bare ankles, sweeping along her calves when motion has her walking closer, the soft gossamer of spun spider silks a kaleidoscope of blue and green in various hue interspersed with softer reds."For as long as you have said you've walked of Everything and Nothing, what do you search for, Manannán? What course has brought you to this Existence and stagnation?" The woman softly inquired, having poached upon his personal space with soft fingertips gracing the strong line of his jaw, hand curving and palm gently cupping the side of his face soon after."Oh, do forgive my lack of manners. I have been Named many things, but you may call me Amaranthe, or perhaps you've another you'd rather call me?" Her head tilts to the side once again and more of her hair shifts and spills down her back, exposing the intricately woven, thorny protrusion that encased upper right arm, lush greens and muted browns swirling here and there even as those tiny thorns dug into skin.

Curiousity piqued the flame-crowned beauty as she stood there, pondering, observing, oblivious to those passerbys that would often stop and look at her, attempt to engage her, yet she remained resolute in her current course of action. Mismatched gaze of blue and green peered and seemed captivated by the little something that lingered about this... man in mortal coil, dancing gaily about him with little care in the world.
Distraction bid her look away, eyes closing as she listened to the whispers upon the very air that drifted to and fro, listened to what was spoken to her through the soles of bare feet that seemed to sprout various little fauna wherever footsteps were placed. Swaying where she stood, if only a moment, eyes opened once more and she's watching, a tilting of her head saw a river of silken red cascading over shoulders, down back and tickling the hollow of her throat, left to drift random strands upon the faint breeze.
And then she spoke, idle fingers coming to life with movement, caressing the soft petals of the blossomed rose that lay over her shoulder, entwined by vine and thorn and affixed to her very being. Cupid's bow parts and shifts, forming the words that drifted, effortlessly, from the warm dilluge of honey. "You are far from home, Little Godling. And yet, you do not seem at all lost like one would be should they be completely new to this Realm."

"Actually, I know just of the woman you speak of. She was the one who sent me to the grave in my most recent passing! She is just a joy. Dug me up and fed me when I came back. A true Murder Buddy." A proud smile spread across his face while a hand fluffed at his beard. "Thank ya! Been working on it for a while. It's like my signature."

With bottle grasped firmly he tucked it into his jacket, soil falling from it as he does. "Well, your generosity will not go unnoticed." Gavin gave a pat to the jacket where the bottle sat releasing even more soil from his clothing.

"Familiar to most of us, huh? Well, I'm not the brightest so I apologize for my lack of intellect. I'm more the dumb jock type." A soft chuckled escaped his lips. "I'm sure the trouble will find me whether I want it to or not."

Upon the revealing he had alcohol, Gavin's face lit up with excitement. A hand reached out for the alcohol smiling like an idiot. "Ní féidir liom rud ar bith a ghealladh." It had been quite some time since he heard his own Native language in passing. It was almost suspicious! "Quite the name you have there. Sounds familiar. I'm Gavin. Just plain ol' Gavin."

"I have never cheated on anything a day in my life... wait... okay, I was a player in primary school. But that's it. This whole detah thing ain't my doin'!" The man stroked his beard as he examined the man before him. "Y'do look familiar. I mean, this is my fourth time taking a dirt nap."

"Everyone deserves a small amount of kindness." Kyla appeared to consider that for a moment. "Most people," she corrected. They both knew there were a few who were the exception to the rule. A hard truth, that.

"Are you planning an extended stay this time? Try not to reap too much chaos if that's the case..."

Kyla regarded the fragrant flowers and wanted to believe he presented them to her without selfish reason... but couldn't. Inhaling deeply, she took the gift and gave Manannán a pointed look in return. "'Pleasure mixed with pain.' That is what these represent. I'm sure you're aware of their meaning, so let me offer you a warning: I hope your interest in me is strictly as friends, otherwise this is a dangerous game you're playing."

He followed. Of course he did. Right now, there was little he wouldn't to do to try and put himself into her good graces. Normally Kyla preferred not to take advantage of such willingness. For him, she made an exception, and felt no guilt for her actions.

Manannán's next words made her brows raise high and she suppressed a full on belly laugh at the irony of the situation. If only he knew...

"Bold, even for you. The lack of a ring doesn't mean anything." A chastisement? Absolutely.

Then Kyla smiled, because she thought of Edward. "No, I'm not married... but there is a man here strong enough to claim my heart. This isn't really your business, Manandán, but I'll tell you, anyway."

Butterflies fluttered in her belly, and it wasn't because of Manannán's presence.

A smug smile spread across her face when Manannán flexed his jaw. She'd gotten under his skin. Good. While mind reading wasn't one of Kyla's gifts, she knew the man well, and easily made an educated guess where his thoughts were.

"Are you capable of offering an apology you mean instead of merely paying lip service?" Her words sounded calm and reasonable but they held a bite.

Kyla quieted and cast a glance at their surroundings. "This is not a conversation we should have here. Let us walk to a less populated area. Come with me." It was not a suggestion, nor an offer she would make if not for the knowledge that she was not alone. She didn't trust Manannán in the least.

Without waiting for ascent, she headed toward a less frequented park in short walking distance.

The ring and middle finger on Kyla's right hand flicked. It was all she could do not to swing at Manannán's face and knock that expression off of it, the same way she had centuries ago. She wanted to see him bleed as much now as then, and they hadn't seen each other again until this moment.

She laughed, and it was a bitter sound.

"The operative words there are 'if you would allow it.' Why would I ever do that? Time does change us, but at the core, our character remains the same, and I haven't forgiven you."

There was very little that set Kyla instantly on edge. Arrogant deities were one of those things, in particular this one. His obvious pleasure at seeing her fueled her irritation.
But by luck or design, they occupied a public place and neither of them, she knew, wanted to deal with the repercussions of an altercation here.

Kyla paused and a small smile tugged at her lips, wasted on Manannán. He would think it was for him. Let him. Then she took a deep, centering breath.

"Aye, we were friends. More than friends. We were family. You were the only father I'd ever known," she said in a low conversational tone, as not to be overheard by passersby, "and you are well aware of why I have no interest to speak to you. You burned that bridge a long time ago. Do you honestly expect my mind to have changed?"

Those words echoed through Kyla's mind on the way back to the Manse. Unbeknownst to the woman Blake, that name caused her metaphorical hackles to rise. He was the last person in the world she wanted to hear about, much less see, but the die had been cast, and she would not sit idly by.

So, that meant finding Manannán herself.

A quick spell and short ride in one of The Menagerie's limos later, she was in the area indicated. The old, familiar energy thrummed against her skin and bones. Her gazed flicked through the crowd and almost immediately landed on the handsome face she sought. She threaded through the bodies, headed straight for him.

"Am I late? I am so sorry. I'm usually early or on time. Any who. Welcome to the realm. If you need any assistance please let me know and I will gladly help any way I can." Speaks in a soft celtic accent and Places a basket of assorted baked goods from Noctem Delights and smiles softly

Manannan mac Lir ? As in lord of the sea? I know about you my grandmother Brigit the fire goddess would tell me about you when I was younger. She told my siblings and I alot about the tutha de dannan side of the family.

"Aye it menas little seal . Being from Ireland and having the mother I do Manny stands to reason I have the name I have. If you need anything lad let me know." * Ronan smiles. He makes a shamrock appear in hi hand out of fire.*